forum Maybe a Star Wars Roleplay? (Open, bois, always open)

Started September 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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It's going to be a very simple template, leaving a lot of space to grow your characters in the roleplay

Name:
Race:
Home (planet, city):
Looks:
Gender:
Age:
Occupation:

Name: [El'eye Rydar]
Race: [Humans]
Home (planet, city): [Correlia, Bela Vistal]
Looks: [Short, around 5'9 and stocky, with a shock of light brown hair and dark brown eyes. His body is solid, but not overly muscular. Handsome, but not so much that he could be picked out in a crowd. Just someone who can get lost in a crowd in seconds.]
Gender: [Male]
Age: [22]
Occupation: [Illegal Arms Dealer]

Hmmmmmmm looks cool! looks at list of current RPs, looks at this one. Frowns I might not be super active tho, idk

That's perfectly fine!

Alright! I'll get the character up in a bit, then :)

El'eye was camped out in his corner of a Corrilian bar, an assortment of weapons laid out in front of him. Blaster pistols, rifles, and even a few vibro-blades. It looked enough to arm a full squadron of stormtroopers. He feet were kicked up on the table, resting precariously close to a vibro-dagger as he spun a small pistol by the trigger guard around his finger. The police force didn't even know about this spot, which was good, since he had a 2,000 credit bounty on his head for illegal weapons sale.

Name: Angel Zydan
Race: Unknown (looks human, though. So maybe)
Home: Coruscant (since Coruscant is just one huge city, is it alright if I leave it like this?)
Looks: Angel is tall, around 6'3", with short, straight black hair and a touch of stubble on his jaws. He has olive green eyes and tanned skin, along with the type of body one develops after a lot of outdoor work and exercise. He has a burn scar up the side of his left leg, and walks with a limp sometimes because of it, as the muscle tissue was permanently damaged from the fire.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Occupation: Bounty hunter, mercenary, drifter, Jack of all trades, etc.

(I hope he's alright, but if not I can definitely change some things around or add things if you want)

It's perfectly fine

Alright coolio. So can I just…jump in, then?

Yep!

(alright thanks!)

Angel stepped into the bar, looking around calmly, eyes flickering over everyone inside calmly. In the corner, a man with his feet on the table and guns spread around him. Throughout the bar, other guests and patrons, milling about and speaking. The holonews was blaring from a holo set, talking about the Empire and the rebellion and that. Angel didn't really keep up with the news anymore. The two opposing factions could blow each other to hell, for all he cared.

(Also is swearing allowed? And how mature/dark am I allowed to go with backstory, circumstances, etc? Because I can get really dark really fast with some of my characters, but I want to double-check before I do anything of the sort. If that makes sense lol)

"El'eye Rydar!" someone called loudly.
A large man in Mandarin approached the table with his helmet under his arm. He was bald, with a large scar that cuts across his lips. The man tossed a shattered blaster pistol into El'eye's lap.
"You sold me a faulty gun," the man continued, his lips twisting in weird ways when he spoke.
"I did not," Rydar said calmly, inspecting the weapon. "You didn't clean it properly. Dust got into the ignition chamber and blew the thing up." He threw the wreckage back at the Mandarin. "Not my fault."
"Oh, you're just asking for trouble," the man growled, slipping another gun from the holster on his belt, "You have a bit of a bounty on your head, don't you? I might just collect that money."

(okay great! What about dark stuff?)

Angel looked up, eyes flickering over the shorter man in the corner. El'eye? That was his name? He shrugged slightly, and ordered a drink at the bar, holding the small glass in his hand as he walked over. "There a problem, gentlemen?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

(Dark stuff is fine too)

"Yeah," the Mandarin said, glancing over at Angel for half a second, "this punk sold me a b-"
That half a second was all El'eye needed to jump up, slap the gun from the man's hand, and put a vibro-blade barely a centimeter away from his neck, the blade buzzing dangerously like a bee.
"I didn't sell you a bad gun," Rydar growled, "I sold a good gun to a bad gunsman. So step off."

(alright got it. Thanks!)

Angel raised an eyebrow, but didn't otherwise seem to respond, at least physically. "Well. It seems there's a bit of a conflict." He picked up the gun, turning it over in his hands as he inspected it. "I've shot this type of gun before." He reflected. He looked at the man. "It's a good gun, sir. Don't get mad at a salesman for a mistake you made."

"You're both dead," the Mandarin growled, stepping back from the two and putting his helmet on before leaving the bar.
"I think," El'eye said to himself, turning the virbroblade off and setting it back on the table. "I might be best suiting selling somewhere else."
He turned back to Angel and gave him a nod. "Thanks for the help."

Angel nodded. "Yeah, no problem." He replied with a shrug, sticking his hand out for a handshake. "Angel Zydan." He introduced himself. He had had to give himself the last name. He had grown up just being called Angel, and so had had to pick himself a new last name. So Zydan it had become.

El'eye shook the hand with a firm grip. "El'eye Rydar, if you didn't hear the meathead shout it. What brings you around this part of Coruscant?"

Angel shrugged. "Ehh, bit of this, bit of that." He replied. "I grew up around here, just lower down in the levels. Came back to explore some of my old haunts." It was pretty well known that the lower down in Coruscant you went, the seedier and less legal things got. The more lawless. And Angel knew that, but it couldn't be helped.

"Yeah, well, this has become a Mandarin playground. And I imagine the fella that just let himself be known to us will be coming back with some friends." He patted his pocket, which jingled loudly. "I wouldn't mind a bit of company if that situation turns sour. I'll pay you handsomely for it."